Taxi to El Calafate's small airport, 3 hour flight to Buenos Aires, and a significantly scarier rally driver taxi to our hostel in centro. Wandered about the surrounding area, darting in to a cafe for a submarino (choc bars dipped and melted in to hot milk) to avoid a downpour. The rain aside, it's nice to be warm in only a t-shirt again. With Amy trying to shake off a miserable cold, cooked and stayed in the hostel. With a balcony overlooking Av 9 Julio, with 6 lanes in both directions, and rumbling subway trains shaking the hostel, we know we're back in a city!